It was the night of the Trinsic Fair. Vince had stopped by to check it out, and, not much to his surprise, found he -still- hated large crowds. Seeing nothing to his liking, he casually strolled through the town, and eventually out of the main, Western gate. He didn't get far before he heard a strangely familiar voice. It was obivously female, soft and delicate, just like the figure it belonged to.
" Ze moon...she is beautivul, no?"
Vince turned slowly around. A slender female, very pale with crimson locks of hair posed by a tree. She wore a very revealing, form-fitting one-peice dress.
"Yeah. Sure." Vince wasn't known for his conversation skills. He was, at the moment, too busy taking in her beauty. Almost..mesmerized. Her accent was thick, yet calming.
The figure advanced on Vince. She was about his height, rather tall for a female. A playful smirk came upon her ruby lips, and she raised a hand to squeeze Vince's bicep.
"Ah'd zay zis road eez dangerouz..but, ah strong guard like yourzelf should haf no problem.."
She Continued with these playful little gestures. Vince loved nothing more than to have his ego stroked. Something about her seemed to paralyze Vince. He could only smile as she played with his hair, his arms, his armor...he didn't move as she neared him even closer. He closed his eyes. Soft lips on his neck, a gentle touch...--Then a sharp pain in his jugular. He couldn't open his eyes, and he didn't want to. Blackness. Was he dead? Was she some assassin sent to kill him? No. A dream, it was. Vince was at the Inn, the luxury suite. He shrugged as he stood. Must've got in good with some royal drunk last night to have been put up here. He went to fetch his pouch when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He froze, and time stood still...His skin was white, corpselike, and his eyes pitch black. He cried out in fright---fangs! What?! No, Vince thought, They don't exist! Panicking, he quickly attributed this to some bad fish at the market. He threw on his helm and dashed out the door--but not home, not to cove, Oh no. Not yet anyway. How could he explain this? How would he break it to his fellow guards? He can't simply keep a mask on forever. Into the night he dashed, confused, and scared.
OOC: Dun dun Duunnn! Vampire Vince?!
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